Sunday. the 12th of February in the year I turn 66. (Not today, but soon)
It might have been Michelle's comment. On yesterday's post.
Today's nine is the closest thing I could get to violet, rummaging through the prepared squares in the basket, here, by my side.
From left to right...
Old linen from grandmas' table cloth.
A patch of the first muslin I ever used to stitch.
A white flannel from my son's baby pillow.
A square cut from a seamed patchwork leftover.
The center, a pairing with a bit of stitch to honor the seam.
That old linen again.
Flour sack cotton, a leftover from when I made my own dishtowels. They never wore out so I haven't made any more.
A lined linen that reminds me of notebook paper, I designed it when I was working.
A cotton lawn with a print that reminds me of seeds. I think I rescued it form somewhere.
So the center, I like that the center and the piece to the left come together to form a square of color that shifts slightly from the expected grid. That the red x adds warmth to the blue violet, making me imagine a warmer color, the one I need. I like that all the color there is like a blending. And I remembered the rings.
The amethyst from grandma, a February Gal, like me. And her daughter, my Mom, and her star sapphire which she loved so much because it was from Dad. How they seem like the colors here. How in their connection they feel like I feel.